Me and my brother Trooper were rescued from a wood pile when we were little. We're real buddies and I hope we can get a home together.
We're gonna be BIG cats: we got big feet, and even though we're only 9 months old, when we go to adoption fairs everybody thinks we're these big old, tough, monster cats, but we're not! We're still babies! We think we're still tiny kittens, and like to crawl into our foster mom's lap when she's on the computer. Problem is, there isn't any room left on her lap for two of us. But never mind -- we still do it, and squeeze together.
I'm the more affectionate one -- Trooper is the talker of the group.
Won't you take us home?